Touch some plants today, tomorrow
I wonder what comfort they'll whisper
You can go far
Or step just beyond the walls
That often surround you
I'm beckoned now by yellow sourgrass
Glowing through grey mist
Tart and light on my heavy tongue
Will it be fuzzy green geranium leaf
Snapped from plant neighbor
Spraying its fragrance into the
wet air at your nostrils
Or the juniper that drips beyond fences
We are what we eat
These porous bodies
Must also be what we touch
Jaclyn Edds Konczal | January 2024